Hi Pamela,
My name is Gaby and I was banded in Tijuana by Dr. Lopez Corvala on 12/29/03, I yet have to go in for my first fill, but I was very sad and upset to hear your story. I am ashamed to be Mexican in cases like this were this drivers take full advantage of Americans. I am sorry to tell you but they are theifs... I can not believe it. You know what I live about 10 minutes from Tijuana, the next time you or another banster friend is coming and you guys need a ride from the San Diego Airport to get your fill in Tijuana give me a call, email me at tgaby516@... I will be very happy to drive you down there and bring you back.
Gaby
12/29/03 Dr. Lopez
200/190/125
Pamela Bishop <pamela_bishop@...
Hello All:
Yesterday, I went down to TJ for my second fill with Drs.
Ortiz/Martinez. I met Amy from Salt Lake, my 9/26/03 band sister, at
the Southwest terminal. We then met up with other fellow Ortizians:
Margie and hubby from Chicago, Evan from San Diego and Katelyn and
hubby Dale from Pocatello, ID. Margie was sweet enough to make up
signs with our names on them so she could locate us.
There were two drivers and two shuttles waiting for us to take us to
the Oasis hospital for our fills. We arrived at the Oasis 20 minutes
later and discovered that our drivers were upset that they had been
underpaid by us. I used my ever-awful Spanish to figure out the
misunderstanding. We thought that one-way transportation was $55 per
shuttle (no matter how many people were in the shuttle). The drivers
insisted the one-way transportation to the hospital was $80 per
shuttle and not the $55 we thought it was. For you pre-Ortizian
banditos, there are no worries--all your transportation charges are
included in your surgery price. For you Ortizians that want to come
to TJ for fills, here's how the drivers explained the transportation
costs: $80 per way per shuttle to/from from SD Airport to the Oasis,
$55 per way per shuttle to/from SD airport to the Lucerna Hotel. The
Oasis Hospital van charges $40 per person (not per shuttle) to/from
the Lucerna. Have I confused and bored all of you bandsters? I
thought so...
Back to our January Fill Fiesta.... We got to the Oasis and after the
driver payment fiasco was over, we walked in the register and pay for
our fluoroscopy lab procerdure. It worked out to be $100 per person.
We met Lilly from Sacramento who was also waiting for her fill. We
then met a really nice lady from Hawaii that had been banded two days
earlier. We gathered in the Oasis cafeteria for an informal gathering
and to swap bandster stories. All of us have just started our
bandster journeys and many were there for their first fills. Since I
have never attended a bandster bash, it was nice to see the
comraderie and laughter there is when bandsters from all over the
U.S. gather. After a while, the vibrant Mama Ortiz stopped by to
greet us. The docs came in to greet us all after a surgery and we
snapped some "Kodak moments." I will post my pics when I finish the
film roll on Dr. O's board.
We lined up in the waiting for our fills in the fluoro lab hall. We
met two other ladies there for their fills--Candy and Michelle from
Bull Head City, AZ. They were banded six months ago and are near goal-
-congrats, ladies!! They come often for tweeks on their fills and
their weight loss results are great!! They also gave me the phone
number of a great Tijuana cab driver--I will post his number (when I
find it) for those that need to get around TJ. He speaks good English
and his rates are reasonable.
I was second to go in for a fill and of course, the charming docs put
me at ease. The xray equipment was as modern as the U.S. They know
what a scaredy-cat/wimp that I am so they talked me through the whole
procedure and Dr. Ortiz held my hand. Before I knew it, the fill was
over. They had put in 1.2 cc's. I thought my original fill had been
1.6cc's and was wondering why I went down. In actuality, they were
able to pull out 1.0 cc--the rest of .6cc's in there was air bubbles.
1.2cc felt okay and I was able to test it by drinking water after my
fill. Some bandsters got pretty aggressive fills--Evan's first fill
was 2.0 and Amy's fill went up 100% from .8 to 1.6cc. Remember,
newbies, everyone is different so don't worry about fill times or
fill amounts. 1.2cc's is okay for me because I am restricted even
with no fill at all.
The docs finished with all our fills (I think there were 10 of us) in
a little over an hour and we set off to our next destination. I had
wanted us to go to the Lucerna to eat the tortilla soup before we had
to go back to the airport but I figured the group woudn't be too
happy paying $320 for the one way trip there ($40 per person Oasis
van shuttle cost to the Lucrena times 8 people) to get a $5 bowl of
soup. No soup is worth that cost, right?!
So we bid farewell to the staff at the Oasis hospital (Daniella, the
patient coordinator, is so nice as were the male nurses (Sergio and
Randy) that took care of many of us during our surgeries). As were
walking out of the hospital, we made the mistake of walking through a
mini construction zone ( the Oasis is doing some renovations) and a
huge piece of ceiling crashed down a few feet away from us. I got a
teeny of drywall dust on me but I walked away unscathed. I remember
thinking to myself, "Hmmm, I guess our guardian angels travel with us
even to Mexico..." I also remembered what a nervous wreck I was when
I first visited the Oasis on the day of my surgery and had asked God
to send me a couple of angels. Instead, He sent me an army of angels
to help me in my Mexican bandster journey alone. Well, what was about
to happen to me and my bandster buds on the way to the airport
definitely proves God's guardian angels work overtime..even in MEXICO.
So eight of us left the hospital and were waiting for two shuttles to
take us to the airport. I wasn't too excited about getting to the
airport six hours before my flight (I'm the kind of person that
arrives just minutes before my flight and usually is the last to
board the plane) but I was in good company so I didn't mind...We had
waited and waited... Finally, only one shuttle showed up. Being the
ever-enterprising and nutty (did I say cheap?) Americans that we
were, we decided that it would be wise for ALL OF 8 OF US to pack
ourselves into a small mini-van. Seemed like a good idea at the
time........
We piled in like a bunch of over-packed banded sardines. Jill sat up
front with the driver. Amy, Katelyn and I sat in the second row of
seats, Dale (Katelyn's hubby) sat in the second row along with Margie
and her husband, and poor Evan was thrown in the back of the van with
no seat of his own(where the luggage goes)--sorry, Ev... We thought
we were so smart by all sharing this tiny van.... We were driving
along our merry way and then it happened... The weight of all of us
caused the wheel well to hit the tires and the underchassis of car to
drag to the ground. There was hardly any accelaration because the
weight of all of us caused such a dangerous drag on the road. There
were alternate sounds of wheel crunching, intense scrapping and of
our concern quickly turned into fear. Of course, the driver kept on
driving even though we were sure the one or more tires were about to
blow or shred. As were taking curves in the road, we were sure we
were going to roll the van. Between the nine of us in the van, there
was probably a ton of weight (easily over 2000 pounds) and you could
feel the wheels and axels under pressure. The driver had to maintain
extra control because it kept veering towards the embankment on its
own. The dragging, scrunching sound was unforgettable.
Throughout this drama, what bandsters did we bandsters do? We were
laughing so hard at the fact that we were so heavy that we could
actually cause our own accident. I know, not a funny matter but we
used laughter as a coping mechanism through this dangerous situation.
We were also confessing our pre-fill bandster sins. For example, Jill
was saying , "Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that banana split last
night to add to our collective weight.." and I said, "Yup, I should
have NEVER finished that half plate of nachos a few days ago..."
Funny Amy was whining , "This means I'm fat.." (No, Amy, sis, we all
are--except the driver who was 100 pounds soaking wet) and suggested
that we call ourselves the "Vanster Bandsters" and share our
hilarious Tijuana tale at all bandster bashes.
Katelyn and her hilarious hubby were saying this they'll tell about
this driving TJ adventure to their grandkids...Hmmmm, how do you tell
kids that their grandma and her overweight bandster buds turned a
mini van into a lowrider? Margie (a great scrapbooker) and her hubby
were giving a play-by-play account of the 20 minute ordeal--no doubt,
they'll put together a scrapbook journal of this experience.Margie's
hubby, a brillant techie, was calculating the engineering and
statistical probabilty of velocity, tire pressure and chances of a
roll over. Hee Hee.. BTW, Margie, congrats on the 50 pound weight
loss and thanks for the email.. Evan, oh poor Evan, he was scrunched
up in the luggage carrier and was wondering what he was doing in a
dangerously-careening, almost out of control, over-weighted vehicle
wondering what the heck he was doing with a bunch of nutty Ortizians.
Someone suggested that we put Evan in the front where the
transmission shift was but we thought that would be a bad idea since
he would be the first to fly out the windshield should the van roll.
He was very cool and told us this crazy experience has made him want
to go out an seek groups and bandster friends in the San Diego area.
Yeah!
Well, the driver pulled the vehicle over and told us that he would
call another driver. No doubt, his supervisor at the shuttle company
is going to yell at him for letting us ruin the axles, tires, shocks--
LOL. Can't wait to get that van repair bill in the mail--hee hee.
Another driver pulled up to unload the excess weight (ha ha) and we
were on our way. Both vans pulled up to the airport, we said our
goodbyes, snapped photos with the drivers and the infamous van, and
told each other that we would never forget this experience. We
suggested the newer, thinner, sleeker us all reunite one year later,
put the same eight people in the same van with the same driver and
see that van glide through TJ with no drag, no tire shredding, etc.
Hmm, I think we'll be so much lighter and healthier that not only
will the eight of us fit into the SAME van with the same driver but
we'll also be able to fit in an entire mariachi band and a lot of
bottles of tequila. We'll need the tequila to get through another
traumatic van ride with each other...
The moral of my TJ second fill experience? Well, newbies, get banded
in Mexico. The adventures themselves are worth the price of surgery!
The moral is don't try to stuff a huge bunch of bandsters and their
companions in a minivan--EVER, anywhere. Secondly, I read emotional
posts about overweight bandsters struggling with their weight, not
being able to weigh themselves because of scales that only go up to a
certain amount and being the butt of cruel jokes and comments. Even
though I only been overweight/obese for the last seven years, I can
empathize. The next time any of you are feeling aweful about your
weight, think about this humorously... Have any of you crushed a van
to the ground on its chassis? Well, I and all 216 pounds of me are
proud to say we have!!!! I had a little help from my friends in TJ,
of course...lol So, all you out there, don't worry! Your weight will
never drag a vehicle to the ground like ours.
So I get to the SD airport and hang around with Jill and Amy. Soup
and more bandster laughs. I ate the broth of some chicken noodle soup
and I felt intense pain when it went down. I decided I was okay
enough to leave for my flight from Phoenix. I arrived at the airport
and my friends in Phoenix called me to go out for drinks. I was tired
but I still decided to meet up with them. I had only four sips of my
virgin margarita and more band pain....Thankfully, today, Saturday,
the intense band pain has subsided.
No one knows I have a band (except my parents) so when my friends
last night asked, "What did you do today, Pam?" I replied, "You
wouldn't believe me if I told you." Yes, I feel like a rat for
telling my good friends about my band. I think it's funny how I just
pop in and pop out of Mexico and act like nothing's going on... hee
hee. I don't tell them because most of my good friends are opposed to
any weight loss surgery. Geez, I wonder what they'd say about my
little fill adventure yesterday. They'd have me committed for
sure...or assume I got drunk somehow on my virgin drink..
I kept thinking of the red head girl in the American Pie movies. You
know, the one that says over and over, "Well, THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME
AT BAND CAMP...." Well, I can't wait for more TJ fill adventures with
my south of the border bandster buds. There are many times I want to
tell my Phoenix friends, "THERE WAS THIS ONE TIME IN TIJUANA..." Hee
Hee
Robin, Dr. Ortiz', patient liason, unfortunately couldn't make it for
the TJ fill fiesta because her flight was snowed in the East Coast.
Well, Robin, my Lap Band mom, I hope to meet the person who always
calmed my pre-surgery nerves and has been a constant source of
inspiration and support. Robin, we were so bummed you couldn't come
to our fill fiesta.
To Sandy from Sacramento, the poster girl for
ObesityControlCenter.com--I'm sorry you couldn't make it to TJ. To
Dan, I love your posts and way to go on 104 lbs. gone. Dan, you
thought your posts were long? How about this doozy that I typed out
in an hour? hee hee. Well, everyone, excuse the long post... As some
of you know, I only write about my bandster experiences once a month
on these boards so excuse my ramblings. I guess I'll be forever known
on these bandster boards as that crazy girl from Phoenix who crushed
a shuttle to the ground in TJ. Oh, well....
To Jessie Ahroni and Sandy, RN--your advice is so great. I love how
you both incorporate your vast medical knowledge and personal
experiences with the band into your posts.
To Drs. Ortiz/Martinez, I couldn't have asked for more concerned,
knowledgeable, dedicated, caring, funny, experienced and more
brillant lap band surgeons. For you newbies, these docs are second to
none!!! Dr. O, on our next fill fiesta, we're making you and Dr.M
cancel surgeries to drive us across the border--just kidding! To Mama
Ortiz, you are a true sweetheart in every way!
To my Arizona Bandster buddies, Peri, Ardyn, Jill and all, sorry I
couldn't join you at Chili's for the 1 pm lunch today. I didn't think
I could keep soup down and I'm still recovering from six hour south
of the border adventure.
To my TJ Fiesta Fill Vanster Bandsters, there is not a group of
funnier and crazier people I'd rather crush a van to the ground than
with y'all. Amy, Margie, and Jill-you asked for the post and you got
it. It happened so much funnier than how I wrote about it--IT'S ONE
OF THESE EXPERIENCES WHERE YOU HAD TO BE THERE!. I hope to meet up
with you soon in TJ--I hope the eight of us don't wind up in a
Tijuana jail after our next fill fiesta--are we doing tequila shots
before or after our fills?...kidding...
Well, folks, there you have--my second fill adventure... Good times,
great people, a bit of drama, a bit of danger and A LOT OF LAUGHS!!
I'm going to a Super Bowl party at my neighbor's house tomorrow--yup,
I'll have to bring my own soup (on liquids for three days) and keep
my paws out of the yummy Super Bowl food goodies. That's the bad
news..The good news is that I've dropped a pound since my fill
yesterday. Since my surgery, I have lost 34 pounds (44 pounds
including my pre-op diet).. I am so happy!
Watch out for the new Mastercard commercials on Sunday. They feature
the Homers and are so cute. Here's my version of the commercial and I
decicate this to the "Vansters"
Cost of airline and shuttle transportation for my fill: $145
Fluoro lab cost for my fill: $100
A unforgettable fiesta fill adventure with my crazy bandster buddies:
PRICELESS
Hope everyone has a great Super Bowl weekend.
Hugs,
Pamela in Phoenix
Lap-Banded: 09/26/03 Drs. Ortiz/Martinez, Tijuana,MX
First Fill:11/12/03 1.0cc's Drs. Ortiz/Simpson, Phoenix,AZ
Second Fill: 01/30/04 1.2cc's Drs. Ortiz/Martinez, Tijuana,MX